I was working on the checkbook trying to figure out how my balance had gone below 6 figures when I got a text from my daughter saying she had a dead mouse under her kitchen sink. She is terrified of mice but there isn't much I can do about it right now. My truck is in the shop getting new brakes and she lives 30 minutes away. I told her to put on some gloves and get rid of it. She sent me a picture showing the snow shovel in the floor next to the sink. She was going to use a broom to put the mouse in the shovel and carry it out as soon as she got the nerve. I told her the mouse was dead and couldn't hurt her. She said she was afraid that it was a zombie mouse and I told her they only came out at night. A few minutes later she texted that it wasn't a mouse but only the plug on her tea kettle. I told her to get some new contacts.